Our marriage had been on the rocks for a while, mainly because of my husbands drinking. I was usually left alone to bring the kids up, with my husband out getting drunk most nights. I did ask for help from my husbands father Gareth, but he works away alot and found it difficult to get anywhere with his son.
A male neighbour interveined one night when my husband began beating on me. He'd spent all his beer money and I had none to give him, so he took it out on me as our children watched. The next morning after my husband had gone to work I called by his house to thank him, but he was out, so I left a note asking him if he could call around. Over the next few weeks we became friendly and one morning when everyone was either at school or at work, we ended up having sex in the kitchen. It was the first time I'd cheated on my husband and it felt amazing to have a man wanting me sexually again. After taking his cock inside my pussy for about a quarter of an hour in various positons, I asked the neighbour to sit on a chair, slowly I sank down onto his cock, but this time I wanted him deep up my ass. It was not long afterwards as I was enjoying every thrust up my ass, that my father in law walked in.
Gareth didn't accuse me or even shout the odds my way, what he did say was " It's my sons wife your fucking, so if I were you, I'd be making my way home. If this is the end, then I'll be forgetting what I've just witnessed, if not then you'll be moving house".
The threat was taken and unfortunately for me that was the last time I felt his cock inside me, but that isn't the confession.
I was sat at home six weeks later when Gareth phoned me. He'd just got back from another stint away working and asked if he could come by. We chatted about the whole scenario of him finding me fucking another man and why I'd seen fit to cheat on his son. I went into detail why for the first time as he sat and listened.
Out of the blue Gareth stopped me talking and said "The real reason I've come around is, the past six weeks all I could think about was how much you were enjoying being fucked and also how much I enjoyed watching you having anal sex". It turns out Gareth had been stood watching us fucking for over five minutes and had gotten turned on.
Not saying another word he leaned over and we kissed. Not the thanks for the conversation and explaining things, but a full on tongue swirling kiss.
It was if the green light had come on and we both began to passionately kiss and fondle each other. Gareth's hands were all over my body, as he started to undress me. My right hand went straight to the large bulge in his trousers and began to massage his growing cock. With Gareth sat on the same chair as my neighbour six weeks before, I placed a foot either side and stood above him, making Gareth eat my soaking wet pussy.
I was lay across the kitchen table with my breasts pressed into the top, when Gareth was finally cumming up my ass. His cock longer and thicker than both his sons and my neighbours. I'd cum twice in our rushed lustful approach to our first sexual encounter, once with Gareth licking my pussy out and only seconds before he'd cum up my well fucked ass. I'd not even taken his cock into my mouth, such was our desire to be fucking one another. That was put right as I got him to lay down on the table, his cock still pulsing and oozing cum.
Gareth had not only twenty minutes earlier filled my mouth his second load when the children walked in after school. They were excited to see their granddad, but not half as much as I was to have talken their grandfathers cock deep inside me.
We're still lovers and occasionally get whole days together, if not we fuck when the oportunity arises, like last summer when we had a barbeque, Gareth and I sneaked a quick blow job to get him rock hard in the bathroom, before he bent me over the bath and drilled my ass full of his cum.
His son has continued to waste his life on beer, but given the chances I've/we've given him, I no longer care...